roliepolie
Ex-Bluelighter
Hidden inside these chunks of earth
await things only visible to the brave.
Seize the cold extentions of hands
and release to the world your vision.
Three chords bend in a whirlwind, sounds that David knew--
and lost gods dance with drink.
I am wrapped in the wings of The Proccess
while slivers of stone are freed and fall
as snowflakes in summer.
’Tis a brave one indeed--who stands open
beneath the great Black Heron who covers all light above
his feathers unfurled, teasing fish into night--
and releases the hidden captive unto the world.
await things only visible to the brave.
Seize the cold extentions of hands
and release to the world your vision.
Three chords bend in a whirlwind, sounds that David knew--
and lost gods dance with drink.
I am wrapped in the wings of The Proccess
while slivers of stone are freed and fall
as snowflakes in summer.
’Tis a brave one indeed--who stands open
beneath the great Black Heron who covers all light above
his feathers unfurled, teasing fish into night--
and releases the hidden captive unto the world.
